I will run over all old sick thought tracks
and all the repulsive sheep.

See a tiring manner ill-hiding the unworthy in our world:

A rot in Midgard to be rejected.


The blind to flaws at home breaks new records
as the identities hug their egoism
in their desperation of survival.

The weak look for faults to be able to parasitize on;
to collect debts from the air.

Serve and crawl for rewards
you rotten
shameless
doomed
vermin.

Instead become a flawless and prosperous beauty!






You desire another "freedom"?

Become a sickening ugliness.

Become infamous and lame, become trash to fill a frame.

Become trapped in spite under the stupid isms of life's goals.



Stop your straying and become worthy of Reality!